Come One, Come All!!!
My love affair with the written word likely began in my childhood years: Dr. Seuss; Curious George; Jiminy Cricket...
I've always enjoyed reading-- and, of late, reciting-- poetry. My first recollection of doing it as an adult-- reading poems for pure pleasure-- is November 1995...
Clark County Detention Center-- Las Vegas, NV.
I ease off of the reading shelf "The Complete Poetry of Robert Frost".
'The Road Not Taken' (pp. 105, btw...) stands out. To this day it is my favorite of all poems. By my favorite of (poetic) authors.
Since that fateful Thanksgiving month [OH,THE IRONY; BUT THAT'S BRAINFODDER FOR ANOTHER POST, FRIENDS!] I've read a lot more poetry, and even chanced to pen a piece or three. Even the mass of readings required during my college years (A.A. Literature. Go figger!hehe!) were approached as entertainment. With full abandon.
Any of you who are interested in poetry as an art form, hence a worthy investment of Leisure time, I invite to follow me HERE.
I'm headed that way now, for a few hours of something I do too rarely these days: read for the pure pleasure of it.
[Of course it's understood that blogroll qualifies therein-- but that's more like LIFE, like NECESSITY... y'ken? Sure y'do!]
Slainte, Folks! And I hope you all join in! The more the merrier!
Paisley shawl, ca. 1850s Great Britain.
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